I cant forgive that jealous nightdown at the logwood tavernyou drank and drankwith the ladies thereand you slighted Barbara Allen

she was on her long way homeshe saw the hearse a cominlay down lay downyour corpse of claythat I may look upon himthe more she looked the more she mournedtil she fell to the ground in sorrowsweet William died for me todayIll die for him tomorrow

they buried her in the old church yardand William's grave was nye heron William's grave there grew red roseon Barbara's grave a brierthey grew and grewup the old church walltill they could grow no higherthey lept and tied in a true love knotwith the rose wrapped round the middle